To an Ingenue, After the End of Days

It was written by logic and prophecy and destiny

and my present but questionable moral fortitude

That we should speak no more forever,

But with miles and hours and days between

Our separate (and likely unequal) screens,

You and I watch the same movie,

and I see what I think you would see.

It does not make me feel together,

Like I thought it would.

It makes me feel that we were never;

Which makes it honest, good.